THURSDAY 22nd JANUARY 2015
Well, there you have it.
Another year over, another year older (I reached the anti-climax age of thirty one on the eighteenth of this month. Turning thirty is fab, but thirty one’s rather drab).
Am I wiser?? That’s always one to debate.
I suppose what I’m saying is a belated Happy New Year to you all. I hope you all enjoyed the festive season – I know we did. A chaotic Christmas day hosted at our house (nine adults, four dogs, two children and a partridge in a pear tree) followed by a nonchalant New Year. It certainly was a quiet affair for us Wilford’s; after years of hard-core partying (then last year we were both hard-core working) this year saw a rare night in – eating Chinese while watching Die Hard 2 and Queen.
With New Year come’s resolutions. The usual ‘eat more salad’ ‘hit the gym’ and ‘drink less alcohol’ (guilty of making and breaking all three just twenty two days in).
Seriously though, one resolution I always stay true to is to make sure that I never lose sight of what I love; reading and writing.
Over the past couple of years, I suppose I’ve struggled to be as regimented as I first was when I started this blog. Everyday life got in the way – we moved house, said house needed to be furnished and decorated and by the time we finished (well, got two-thirds of the way through) I got a new job and then my dad moved in for four months.
Why am I using these as excuses?
Moving house is an obvious time-thief so no explanation required.
The new job catapulted me from the lonely world of shift work to the chaotic Mon-Fri regime. Suddenly days off were no longer quiet weekdays tucked away with my laptop and books; they became noisy, chaotic weekends. The two fastest days in the week where you catch up on sleep, cleaning, shopping and most importantly PEOPLE. You get invited out to the pub/cinema/bowling alley and you go – because you can and because you now have what is called a LIFE.
However, the lonely world of shift work’s advantage to a reader, writer and blogger meant that I could do just that – focus on what I loved. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not ungrateful for the job that I now have; it’s Project Managing and I’m finally doing something I love for a day job (spread sheet heaven!). I still get to read a couple of chapters before bed – I just struggle to create precious time to write.
Why is my dad moving in an excuse? Well, the room I use for my study became his store-room. And yes, I know I could snuggle on the settee with my laptop like the good old days in the flat, but there was too much going in the house to distract me. Then Christmas came and we hosted. ’nuff said.
The point I’m getting at is that as I type this, I’m wistfully sat back at my desk, in my study, tucked away from the world listening to my ‘writing’ playlist all chilled out. Sure there’s piles of books surrounding me (thanks Mr & Mrs Harvey for some of those) waiting for a bookcase to love them. Oh and have you checked out Mrs Harvey’s fab blog ‘Marrvellous Things’? It’s an insightful look into a mommy’s world. Check her out here –
Love Missuswolf xxx